I love TV. I take enormous comfort from TV when characters like Calamity Jane from Deadwood says things like, “Everyday takes figuring out all over again how to fucking live.” A-fucking-men, Jane. Thank you David Milch and Ted Mann for writing that. And Robin Weigert for a great delivery. And yay summer TV! Deadwood! 4400! And soon, Big Brother!
Meanwhile, I went to my second boxing class. Still love it, although my leg cramped up at one point and is sore today. The teacher had me hit him IN THE FACE and into pads he wore on his hands. That was fun because on him my punches must have felt like they were coming from a drunken gnat. I don’t think it would be fun at all if I was hitting someone my own size. That said, I want to get good at this. [Update: it occurred to me later that it would also not be fun at all to be hit. Interesting that that image didn’t occur to me when I first imagined it. I guess I see myself as always winning. Even though in life, I don’t always win.]